to the lover that reminds me of daisies
I couldn't feel
the pouring rain.
whereas,
I did feel
my melting face.
and
my dead heart
race.
to the sound of our footsteps.
and
to the sound of the droplets.
you taught me much more than
how to love the rain~
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Garden of Lovers
PoetryA poetic series. "my tears watered you into flowers and kept you in my Garden of Lovers."
